Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two (aghrivaine) wrote,
Rum, Sodomy, and the Lash: Pick Two
aghrivaine

Excerpt from "Hollyweird"

By clicking the link below you acknowledge the copyright of David Krieger, 2005, over the material therein.
(Which is from a spec script I'm working on, called "Hollyweird")



JOHN, an aspiring young writer is talking to his would-be agent, Drake, a seriously spooky Christopher Walken-type, with a lot of mysterious connections. Drake is revealing to John why every movie in Hollywood sucks - all the studio-heads are dark sorcerors who put curses on each other's production.

Establishing Shot: - EXT: Office building in Burbank, DAY

Cut to:

INT: Drake's Office - DAY


John: So the Masons are behind chick flicks?

Drake: Yeah, mostly. Well not "Thelma and Louise", that was... let's not talk about that.

John: Anything else I should know?

Drake: You ever wonder why traffic's so bad?

John: No, not really. Too many people who all have their own cars.

Drake: Johnny-boy! Oh, Johnny. (Laughs)

John: What?

Drake: That's great! You're so naive, my little cowlick-milk-and-cookies Johnny!

John: What? What is it?

Drake: It's not the cars, John, it's the zombies.

John: Zombies?

Drake: Yeah. There's this guy. He really hates cars, rides his bike everywhere. Anyway, he has this thing for zombies. A real thing, you know? Can't stop fiddling with 'em. But he hates cars, and the people in the cars, so he sends zombies out to drive real slow. Usually on the 101, just to cause a jam. Every morning.

John: Don't people notice zombies, just driving around? I mean, you look over, and there's a zombie!

Drake: Nah. He just dresses 'em up like old people. No one ever looks twice.

Subscribe
  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 4 comments